Hi yall. My name's Ena. I first found this place about 1-2 years ago, from ocasionally visiting maru’s blogs. I like everything by her I’ve read, she has a type of thoughtfulness I envy. I don’t know what's compelling me to randomly join this place. Maybe it’s cause I have a passing interest in old forums. Maybe it’s cause I can’t stand feeling too complacent. Maybe it’s cause I have only one friend who feels like they provide real artistic feedback rather than glazing or insincere politeness or that sickening blankness.
I have a
website, but it’s a shell my soul’s outgrown, hasn't been updated in ages, so I’ve been trying to make a completely new, more netart-influenced one. There’s some teasers of it on
my Neocities, but those are already too old now (made most obvious by how im no longer a minor. still tryna get myself outta thinking im one.) and I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever know myself enough to approximate something that feels like home. Also, I know some of yall've at least briefly interacted with my
fedi presence, where I’ve been posting art and writing and shitty unfinished music and mentally ill teenager stream of consciousness for 4.5 years now. What a weird thing to say.
I think, if you asked my what my artistic focus is right now, I would say I’m most interested in the interplay between this sort of mundane, gritty, everyday nihilistic harshness and the unique, spiritual, ethereal, but almost always detached experience, perhaps what people call their encounters with whatever god. Mainly how they’re inseparable, and the strange ways they cause the other. That might be a bad way to put it. I get off to the feelings you get when, for example, you’re in a city and stop to fully register that
this is what’s happening.
But regardless of whatever my focus is
(I briefly get distracted by a paper bag blowing in the wind) the place that focus always comes from is that I'm a closeted trans woman, a depersonalized husk who's just ambiently suicidal all the time, just tryna escape my shitty family.
The album I’ve been listening to most frequently this month is Perverts by Ethel Cain. I love taking long walks at night, and it’s my favorite album to do that to if I feel like music. I like how it moves between many different types of people-put-their-souls-in-the-YT-comments slow quiet indie music, and most of all how it ends off on such a comforting song after all the rest.
we'll be alright.